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Rich The Kid

Racks Out

 

Racks Out

(album: The World Is Yours 2 - 2019)


Niggas lying 'bout they facts and I don't dig that
Niggas showing off his girl, now, where your bitch at?
I been chasing after that check, no I can't miss that
Why you cap and sign 360 on your contract?
Nigga racks out, ass out
Hit the pussy good, she at the penthouse
30 racks on Chanel, I done cashed out
Whole zip of the Cookie, I might pass out

Whole zip for the Cookie, I might pass out
Blow a mill' I done did that
Put my wrist up in the freezer like a ice pack
He got two hundred thousand for that contract
Now the Nigga broke, like, where your funds at?
In that pussy, got it dripping
She had to leave her with slip ins
I done broke my wrist in the kitchen
I don't trust a bitch that say she different
She putting gas in my Wraith, here the money hide it safe
I can't trust 'em 'cause they fake
But I'm busy getting cake
Chase the money, on a race
Don't put that pussy in my face

Niggas lying 'bout they facts and I don't dig that
Niggas showing off his girl, now, where your bitch at?
I been chasing after that check, no I can't miss that
Why you cap and sign 360 on your contract?
Nigga racks out, ass out
Hit the pussy good, she at the penthouse
30 racks on Chanel, I done cashed out
Whole zip of the Cookie, I might pass out

Throw a quarter mil' you can't do it
Why you cappin? AP fake, I ain't stupid
I just want to get that money, put my team on
Cuban link on me, it's a icicle
And she want a purse match her brown hair
But she tripping ain't no fucking tricking 'round here
Niggas switch over when they make it
I had the chance I had to take it
Stay back, your money way flat
I'm the fucking CEO, how you gon' top that?
Off White, with the Gucci, where the mop at?
Make her bust it open, then I send her right back

Niggas lying 'bout they facts and I don't dig that
Niggas showing off his girl, now, where your bitch at?
I been chasing after that check, no I can't miss that
Why you cap and sign 360 on your contract?
Nigga racks out, ass out
Hit the pussy good, she at the penthouse
30 racks on Chanel, I done cashed out
Whole zip of the Cookie, I might pass out

done

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